Sweet and Sureal

Today’s the day I wake up to find myself

To learn not to lose myself in the end

Today’s the day I wake up from my haze

To know the difference from real and fake

If only I understood this sweet, sureal beauty

The tears in my eyes would fit on my face

No more no less then I know

Shall I be new or shall I be old

When I wake will I remember

The things that I wrote this very day

Today’s the day I wake up to find myself…

I was up late last night talking to a friend. It was nice and sweet. I felt better after it was all said and done. I guess I just needed someone to listen to me whine and cry. Even though I wasn’t reallly whining, I was talking and doing lots of crying. It may of been on A.I.M and he couldn’t see my tear filled eyes. I’m just glad I had someone to talk to after the week I had. It had nothing to do with school, it was things outside of that. I still had trouble going to sleep last night when I did. I just can’t seem to stop crying. I’m just glad, that I know someday this all will be over and I won’t be crying anymore. It’s nice to know the tears in my eyes won’t be there forever. The sweet, sureal beauty of it all, is that someday my tears of pain, hurt, and anguish will turn to tears of joy, happiness, and love. On that day I shall be able to fall asleep with an open heart and an open mind. All my postivity will be more useful then it is now. That will be the day I wake up to find myself.